Well I think I’m going van go
circling around the black hole
my ears are afraid of scissors
Painting songs in my sleep
it’s a long way out of the deep
when you’re crawling on your belly like a lizard
Feverish nights and demented days
everything I know becomes a haze
spinning around the abyss
I’m going clinical for sure this time
stumbling when I walk
mumbling when I talk
crossed eyes stuck to the floor
now the crew is abandoning ship
cause the captain’s losing his grip
crime scene tape on the door
I think I’m going van go
circling around the black hole
my ears are afraid of razors

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